Lizzie lay on her bed, just bursting with energy. She couldn't get to sleep, and she didn't want to.
The kiss with Kyle was running through her memory on repeat. She knew she was laying there in the dark, grinning from ear to ear like a fool thinking of it.
He had tried to walk away and be a gentleman, but she had been so riled up all night that she had to do something.
Even when they had been walking and talking earlier, she would just get these surges of, well…horniness, she supposed. She would always feel a little tingle, sometimes a tiny bit of pressure in between her legs, and after that a wave of pleasure would rush through her.
A couple of times she grabbed his arm, faking like she was laughing at his joke or story, but she really needed to grab him so she could stay on her feet. Three times, she had just barely held herself back from orgasm. She had been desperate to hold out because she was wearing a skirt, and she didn't want her juices flowing down her legs.
They almost did anyway, since she was wet as hell, but luckily they were in some places that were't as well lit at night.
Kyle didn't make a move on her, which she both admired and hated. If he would have so much as laid a hand on her she knew she would have jumped him no matter who was around, and probably regretted it later.
Lizzie looked over at the other bed in the room, which belonged to her sister, Josie. The bed was empty now because Josie had become tired of hearing her talk about Kyle and had left, pretending she needed to get some water.
Laughing out loud, Lizzie kicked her feet in the air in excitement. She couldn't even be mad at Josie for not wanting to hear it, but she was mad at her for pulling Kyle and her apart earlier.
Although, now that she thought about it, it was probably best that she did. Lizzie knew she always tried to move too fast, but it was so difficult to slow down sometimes. She supposed there would be time later.
Still, she could revel in one more fact that she had to admit was probably responsible for about 25% of her elation:
Kyle had obviously chose her over Hope Mikaelson.
Lizzie kicked her feet in frantic, joyous, furious motion again.
Take that, tri-brid! She thought. She had finally won out over Hope. She couldn't wait to walk past her, hand in hand with Kyle, while Hope's face was green and her mouth filled with puke that she was desperately trying to contain.
Ugh, that got a little gross. She thought.
She sat up. She was just too wired to sleep or lay down. She was going to go visit Kyle.
No! She thought. I'll tell him to come visit me!
Then she changed her mind again. No no no. I'll send him a message to meet me…in the gym! Yes, not very romantic, but it should work.
Lizzie picked up her phone, then put it back. She remembered that Kyle didn't have a phone. Her dad had taken it away from him. She didn't have the number, anyway.
So what? She thought. I'll send him a magical message!
Thinking that this would impress him, she went to her desk to get a paper and pen. She quickly scrawled out 'KYLE, MEET ME IN THE GYM! - L'.
It would not be necessary to spell out her whole name, of course he would know it was her, right? He'd just been kissing her, so he had better! Looking at the note, she thought something was missing.
Oh, right! She thought, then grabbed the bottle of the perfume she was wearing and sprayed it on the paper.
Lizzie smiled and moved on with the second part of her plan. The map of the Salvatore School that her and Josie used to practice with all the time when they were kids. They could send notes and small objects anywhere in the school as long as they had the map as a proxy.
All she had to do was use the locator spell to find him on the map. She already knew where his room was, but it helped to visualize where things were going to go on the physical representation of the school.
She spread out the map on the floor, then took a stone she kept to use as a marker. Dropping it on the center of the map, she took hold of the lock of Kyle's hair that she had kept even though she knew she shouldn't have.
Concentrating, she invoked the locator spell, and watched the rock quickly move…
…to the wrong area of the school.
Hmmm. She thought. Confused, but not alarmed. Did I do something wrong?
She picked up the rock again and re-set it in the center of the map, then performed the spell again.
Again, the rock slid over to the wrong spot.
Her stomach sank. She tried to tell herself that Kyle just went for a walk or something, but she knew this school, and she knew this map. That spot on the map…no way, she thought. It can't be.
But it was. She was sure of it. Kyle wasn't in his room.
He was in Hope Mikaelson's room.
Tears bubbled up out of Lizzie's eyes and flowed down her cheeks, then dropped on the front of her nightgown.
She felt another one of her violent spells coming over her. Her mind was shutting down, and the anger was taking over. She clenched her fists and stood up, looking for something to hit, but seeing nothing suitable.
Instead she threw herself onto her bed and curled up in fetal position. Still crying, she supposed it was best that she didn't have much magic left. Enough to send one message, but not enough to destroy this room and everything in it.
Thinking of the message, she sat up again and saw her note on the floor. She stretched out her hand and, in a ragged voice said "Incendia!"
The note burst into flames, which quickly consumed the small bit of paper, then those flames disappeared, leaving only a few wisps of smoke and a burning smell, which itself swiftly faded.
Lizzie returned to fetal position on her bed.
Hope Mikaelson was such a slut! How she hated that girl. Lizzie knew Hope was doing all this just to spite her.
She wasn't going to let this stand. She would find a way to take Kyle back from Hope, and she would make sure the experience was extremely painful for her.
But tomorrow was the time for plans. Now, Lizzie just laid there, crying and crying, waiting for her sister to come back and comfort her.